Travelers Sketch May

The ride to the Sphinx was frustratingly slow. It seemed as if each step the camel took was slower than the one before. Her thoughts raced. What was she supposed to find at the Sphinx? Would someone be there to meet her? Was Jonathan there? Why the Sphinx? Why not just give her the information at the Hotel? Was this a trap? 

Still they plodded on, hot sun scorching her face and stinging her eyes.

The rest of the guests, for the only camel available was one that was part of a tour, were chattering gaily oblivious to Marina's misery. She wanted to scream, my brother is missing stop this prattle now.

She just wanted to get there.  You could see the pyramids even from a great distance away. They grew slowly, so slowly.

 

Finally!  the Sphinx came into sight.

When they arrived Marina practically jumped from the camel's back and with no concern for dignity dashed towards the Sphinx.